AN: I like this. It is different. Away form the whole teenage angst thing.

Clip my wings

To keep me grounded

With white feathers my shelter

And hope my warmth

One day I'll fly again

Get a taste of the clouds

Who once whispered of another world

Where trees grew rapid

And the sun was bright

The moon your protector

Stars, the angels of the night

One day I'll break free

In search of that fantasy

With only time as my boundry.